Ten minutes till noon, Monday, and the sun is finally coming out. But everything is soggy and wet here at the farm. Will head back home this afternoon and finish this OT for Tuesday morning.
Did get a lot done since Friday morning when we got here.

Folk Festival Weekend

I've been going to the Florida Folk Festival for about 35 years. So I won't be around today. Over the years I've posted several columns about it. Last year the topic was Pete Seeger. The year before I featured the town of White Spring and the Suwannee River where the festival is held. A few years ago I introduced some of the Florida songwriters I admire. This year I want to feature film maker, David Hoffman, who has been recording folk musicians for decades. He also makes documentaries on other topics. So here's a taste of his films...

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Afternoon folks!

Happy holiday weekend! We've got some stuff to amuse you for a bit, here. Starting off with some Chicago blues, we've got a live Junior Wells album from the 60's followed by an album of Otis Spann tickling the ivories for you. After that it's on to the father of British blues, Alexis Korner. Then it's back to Texas for an album from a fine guitarist Anson Funderburgh and the Rockets, after which we bounce back to Britain again for a live album from Chicken Shack later in their career. After that we've got some folky/acoustic kinda blues from Tom Ball and Kenny Sultan which segues nicely into a classic album from Leon Redbone. We finish off in the diversity department with some prog rock from Gentle Giant.

Enjoy the tunes and have a great holiday weekend!

Good morning, good people! I hope all of you have some plans for the upcoming holiday. For me, it is a closed office, an extra day to do as I damn well please, no hysterical client interviews, no demanding attorneys or judges pressuring me to do something or do nothing. There may be some fun cooking and good meals to come.

I just filed a probate case in Galveston County. Seems someone sang a song about Galveston that is appropriate for Memorial Day.

Today I'm going to stray from my usual political pontifications and tell a tale of the ageless struggle between man and nature. To wit, man, a supposedly superior being equipped with cognitive percipience, and nature, a creature with a supposedly lesser developed encephalon with not much more than a primal awareness for survival.

It's a tale about the natural evolution of that being which emerged from the primordial watery stew of teeming eukaryotes cells many millennia ago, and, with time, developed arms and legs and learned to walk upright as the crown of all creation.

It's a tale of vastly superior intelligence equipped with well adapted opposable digit dexterity, and how that superiority can be tested by a natural survival adaptation of a supposedly inferior lower life form.

But most of all it's a tale of wit and the witless, of consequence and kharma, of ego and humility, of the conqueror and the conquered.